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Lark
I stormed into Shawn’s office like a thundercloud. “What is going on, Shawn?”
“Lark, good. I’m glad that you’re here.” He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit down. We should talk.”
“You just fired Sam.”
“Yes,” he said evenly. “I hated to do it. It would have been easier to let HR handle it, but it came from Leslie.”
“What?” I gasped, my stomach dropping out. I sank into the seat in front of his desk.
Shawn steepled his fingers before his face. “Why didn’t you tell us, Lark? You could have come to us. We could have worked something out.”
“I didn’t…I don’t…I don’t know.”
I’d known it was a big deal. I was his boss. His boss’s boss actually. Even higher up the chain. I’d freaked out when Shawn walked in on us together. I’d asked Aspen to lie for us. I’d known. I
